It's a brand new day(is there any day that's old and repeated) and I feel not so motivated. That's not a bad thing though. Just means I want to just want to be easy like it's Sunday morning.
Laid back and chill, I remembered I had published this artwork about a week ago. Nothing serious on this one just channelling some YOLO I felt reading Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress'
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
Sad lines. Sad history. Human love really is like a vegetable. Nourished properly it would grow beautiful. It is vulnerable to preying insects, unsupervised children, wandering pets and such and such and one day it will wither and die as my pumpkin patch (I was told it was from old age)
But there's something to smile about that. There's not enough time means you value each and every moment and so and so.